The morning sun shows its face
through the sheer curtains on my window
creating pockets of light and shadow.
This moment,
This minute,
This hour,
Something I look forward to
a new day dawning
new dreams to uphold.
And my pen waits on these pristine pages,
and I smile as I begin to write.
Chasing thoughts running in my head.
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